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[efficaciousness]

Blake makes a low sound at the next task. He looks up at Butch again and getting underwear off without touching skin is harder than it is with pants. But he's up for the challenge. He sucks a little more through them before leaning back again. His fingers go to the sides of the underwear and he starts pulling down carefully having to shift where he's pulling to get them to come further down.

"Please Daddy," he nearly moans and there might be a slip of his palm against the other's knee but he tries not to notice, hopes Butch won't notice either and works them further down until they could easily be kicked out.

[the_informant]

Oh, Butch notices, and Blake immediately earns a slightly firmer whack across the shoulders for the failure.

"That's one strike," he warns, watching with a very pleased smile on his lips. "All the way down to my ankles, baby. And if there are no more strikes, you get to please me."

[efficaciousness]

Blake's shoulders hunch up briefly and a brief feeling of shame at the failure. He murmurs sorry and carefully keeps dragging them down, his heart racing and he feels anxious every moment of this. And he does get them all the way down to his ankles.

[the_informant]

Perfect. Lovely. Praise and reward is most definitely needed now. So Butch smiles, reaching his empty out to stroke the other man's hair.

"Good boy. Very good. You can have your reward."

[efficaciousness]

Blake's eyes flutter close for a moment enjoying the touch to his hair, despite styling still soft to the touch.

"Thank you, Daddy," Blake says and he hadn't been given permission to touch with his hands so he tilts his head so he can draw a line along the other's length with his tongue and back up to pull the tip in and start taking him into his mouth as deep as he can without gagging. He never takes the other's cock deeper on his own but sometimes Butch has made the choice for him.

[the_informant]

Some days he'd be more than willing to abuse the skills of that mouth, to force the man to take more than he can handle. But today? Oh today he feels benevolent. Or at least he does at this moment. So Butch even rewards Blake with a pleased groan over how that mouth works at him.

"Fuck it, baby. You know you want Daddy to love you for sucking it."

[efficaciousness]

Blake moans around Butch's cock, reveling in the sound of appreciation from him. He continues to bob his head, pressing the cock deep into his mouth and then back up to only the tip, letting his tongue tease at it and taking him down again, swallowing around him sometimes but not every time. He's eager to please the other more, to draw more sounds to make him love him for it just like he says. Daddy's always right about him in this room.

[the_informant]

Good. Good boy. Butch reaches out to let his actual hand stroke over the man's hair before pulling back from his mouth. Clearly he hates to do it, but there is more to happen.

"Oh my dear, you're so good to me. There will be a reward. But for now... hands behind your back. It's time we truly start."

[efficaciousness]

There's a brief flicker of being pleased across Blake's face before it's schooled more neutral as he straightens his back and his hands slid behind his back, each resting against his lower spine as he waits for further instructions.

"Thank you, Daddy."

[the_informant]

"Oh my beautiful boy," Butch smiles as he moves behind the other and goes down on one knee. He starts to unspool the rope. "Yes, you're going to look good with this color."

He takes the rope and starts with a simple coiled loop around one wrist.

"Should I leave you able to talk?"

[efficaciousness]

Blake shivers at the compliment, always so effected by them when they're in this space, when he's he's letting go of obvious control, the everyday sort for a different kind, the kind that lets a person let go. Blake trusts Butch and that takes a lot of doing. He stays quiet for a moment, focusing on the slide of the rope around his wrist, heartbeat picking up slightly.

"Whatever you want, Daddy," Blake says, exhaling and fighting the urge to look back to see the other's face. There were some days that he might have stated a preference to either option but today he could go for either and it be satisfying. Sometimes what he chose isn't what he got anyway.

[the_informant]

Butch smiles and takes the other thing he had palmed earlier and slips it into Blake's hand. A large metal ring. One that, when it falls to the floor, would make a loud, ringing noise. He wasn't certain if he wanted to prevent the man from speaking yet. But sometimes just being together, just dominating, could render someone speechless. Dropping the ring would make a loud noise and signal Blake's desire for things to let up.

It was safety.

Once that's done, tucked safely in Blake's hands, he starts to wrap rope around his wrists.

[efficaciousness]

Blake’s hand curled his fingers around the metal ring. He likes the safety of it in his hand even though he knows he won’t likely need to use it. He could trust that if he did, Butch would stop and make sure he didn’t go too far.

Blake remains quiet as the other begins to tie him up, the metal warming in his hand, feeling heat at the texture of the rope against his skin.

[the_informant]

He continues with the rope, soon passing it around Blake's chest, carefully made knots placed just right to tease over his nipples. He's a good man like that, caring for stimulating his sweet baby.

"I still haven't decided if I should gag you or not. Have you thoughts, my good sweet boy?"

[efficaciousness]

Blake keeps his breathing even, though there's a small hiss as the knots are made, placed just right and yet he stays perfectly still and quiet, wanting to be good for Butch. His eyes go to the other at the question and there's the slightly squirm as he weighs his options quickly.

"Gag me please, Daddy."

[the_informant]

Oh how sweet. Butch chuckles and moves to lay the rope in Blake's fingers.

"Hold this, beloved," he assures the other, leaning in to kiss his neck. Once that is done he turns and walks away to go select a possible gag.

[efficaciousness]

Blake's fingers curl around the rope some, feeling the weight and texture of it in his hand and murmuring "Yes daddy," as the walked away. His gaze followed him, curious as to what he might pick this time.

[the_informant]

Silk. FLorida chooses a band of silk before returning to Blake and smiling.

"This will look good on you. A nice little bow on the back of your heads, my sweet little one."

[efficaciousness]

Blake smiles as he sees the choice and looks up at the other.

"Thank you, Daddy," he exhales, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip and he otherwise remains still, holding the rope.

[the_informant]

Oh what a good boy, a strong boy. Butch smiles and moves forward, stroking his jaw.

"Open up. I want to make sure you're good and quiet for me."

[efficaciousness]

Blake's eyes close as the other strokes his jaw, relishing that attention but hearing his voice he opens his eyes again lips parting for Butch.

[the_informant]

So good. So obedient. Butch feeds the silk in, enough to quiet, not so much as to cause pain. He ties a careful bow behind the man's head and then strokes his hair.

"You look like a present dear. But an underwrapped one."

[efficaciousness]

Blake accepts the silk, looking up at him and leaning into the other's hand. His body is alive with sensation, anticipation and desire. Butch knew just how to play him and he always did it so expertly and Blake loves to submit to him completely. It's a release all on it's own to had it over to his Daddy and to just be his boy.

"Mm," He mewls, not trying to actually form words with the silk now.

[the_informant]

Good, and god he's beautiful. Florida reaches out to stroke his jaw before sighing and taking up the ropes again. Time to start with all the knots.

"When I'm done tying you up, I'm going to make you come, my sweet boy. Is that what you want?"

[efficaciousness]

Blake moans around the silk feeling it already wet with his saliva as he enjoys the process of the other starting with the knots. His eyes are on the other as he listens carefully to every word.

His answer is a moan and a nod, unable to speak clearly with the gag. It would be amazing to be able to come.